St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-08

most destructive explosives, in the
hands of four determined men about to
die! What would they not accomplish !
Look at it! Three hundred persons are
confined in Cook county jail. With the
sheriff and his underlings, the chief of
police and his subordinates, various
officials, the reporters of the press, the
| on-hangers and the in-comerS, not less
than five hundred human beings gather
there each day. One bomb
Thrown With PremeditatiOn
into crowd in Haymarket square sent
seven souls to heaven and MANNED and
mangled three score of victims, some
| of whom limp and drag themselves with
| pain and agony about the streets to-day,
while widows wall and orphans ask for
bread in consequence of that single
| throw. Imagine then the effect of four
well directed bombs, thrown in the
county jail! Up goes the roof, down
come the walls; screams of agony, death
rattleS, the passage tumultOusly of
hundred souls at least; and all for what?
To show that these four men died game.
Well, the people have concluded that
there are widows and orphans enough
of that sort in Cook county to-day, and
unless very much mistake the temper
of the times, the revolution waves have
reached the imperial court house itself,
where the governor sits enthroned with
life and death in the sweating palm of
his trembling hand. Why you never
saw such change in all your life as
there is in this town to-day Even capi-
| talistS say, LET them swing" Even
timid newspaper men open on crack
| the door of their sanctum and, peering
out. say, ''Well, they must be bad men
after all. / guess we will have to let
them swing on Friday, but it is dread
full thing and mercy is so much better
than justice" Brought face to face
with duty the state of Illinois cannot
afford to finch. l went To the Jail to-
day and passed without much difficulty
because had the proper open sesames
with me. 1t was a significant moment,
and l was very glad to participate in the
OngOings. First came
Nina Van Zandt,
no longer the naughty beauty, but a
pale and apprehensive thinning woman.
1t is mistake to credit her with being
Mrs. Potter. or a Mrs. Langtry, or a
Mrs. AstOr, or a Mrs. Wolf, or Mrs.
Anybody who is popularity recognized
among the wealthy newcomers of life
in the metropolis of our nation as so
ciety. She is not high-born dame by
any manner of means, but very pleas
ant-faced, well-behaved, excellent
type of the medium class of women.
That she is interested, head and heart
and body, in Mr.. Spies goes without
saying. That Mr.. Spies is interested in
anybody but Mr.. Spies would go with
out saying to anybody who looked at
him just once. l stood at the corner of
the cage whenx the lady entered.
August Spies, hG1SlOver, or rather her
beloved. was Oh the second story. Look
up to him she said, ''Good morning"
Looking down at her, he said, 'GOod
morning" and then pulling from his
pocket mass of fiimsy paper, threw it
to her, saying: Here is
dispatch for yOu." The deputy
sheriff caught il. confscated it
and retired to his office. Nina looked at
Spies long and earnestly, while he smiled
that indescribable, that smirky, self
conceited smile characteristic of his
kind, and then with murmured good
bye she left him. The cage is protected
from intrusive hands by wire netting,
through which one can poke finger or
a cane. Until within a few days a hole
at one end, perhaps 6X6 inches in dimen-
sion, was opened, and through that lit
tie by little the material with which
Lingg stuffed his bombs has been
passed, but now it is covered over.
Lingg was a study to-day. a sinister
light danced in his eyes. All day lie
was
Defiant and Sullen.
Early in the morning he dressed him
self in his oldest suit, pair of gray
corduroy trousers and black jacket.
put his feet on his little iron cot, and,
smoking, turned his attention to his pa
pers. His cell is on the lower tier and
looks out upon the examining cage,
where any one can see him, standing at
a distance of six or eight feet With all
his bravado Lingg is restless, and now
and then he would jerk his head about
stare with an affected braggadOcio of
manner through the crate door,
Now and then he arose, and
stood sturdily in front of his door, hands
in pocket and eyes looking straight
ahead upon the contracted horizon of
his permitted vision. There was moth
ing there for him to see but the reporter
ial corps and the bailiffs, not a pleasant
picture to him. He leaned against the
wall, sat down on the edge of his bed,
got up, put his elbows in the cross bars
of his cell, rested his face in his hands,
folded his arms over his broad chest and
gazed with look bristling and ferO-
ciOus. He had no visitors when l was
there, but nervous little woman asked
for some of his pictures, procured them
and went away. The discovery of yes
terday, the Importance of which cannot
we'll be Overestimated or exaggerated,
has neceSSitated obviously careful es-
pionage not only of the movements of
the men themselves, but of the conduct
of all who come there: and to-day none
of them were let out of their cells and
will not be until tomorrow, if they are
then. Mrs. Schwab, Mrs. Engel and
Mrs. Parsons called to see their hus-
bands but they had no opportunity to
do more than to say good morning, to
send up some papers, to receives
smile or grunt and 60 away. No pack
age of any sort was allowed. That the
regulations were very strict can be
imagined from the fact that, although
Mrs. Engel's gift for her husband to-day
was simple bottle of butternilk, the